“Of course I don’t mean sisters. Think again.”
French sat up sharply.
“What do you mean, Emily? I don’t follow what you’re after.”
His wife ignored the interruption.
“And there’s another thing you might have thought of,” she continued. “That Williams man thought he had seen the woman before. What age is he?”
French was becoming utterly puzzled.
“What age?” he repeated helplessly. “I don’t know. About sixty, I should think.”
“Just so,” said his wife. “And that other man, that Scarlett, he thought he had seen her before. What age is he?”
The Inspector moved nervously.
“Really, Emily,” he protested, “I wish you’d explain what you’re getting at. I don’t take your meaning in the least.”